Like the Mona Lisa, his eyes followed me everywhere I went in the pet store. I left that place and went to another, but there were no puppies as beseeching as Peter, so I returned to the first store.

Peter’s eyes locked on to me again the instant I entered. So that settled that. He became mine.

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Peter was the cutest puppy you ever saw. And that’s not just my opinion.

I was walking him one day when a lady stopped her car and stuck her head out the window. She said – and I quote – “That’s the cutest puppy I ever saw!” So that made at least two of us. Plus Ed, my beloved Romanian soul mate, loved Peter just as much as I did.

Many years later – beginning in 2005 - when Ed developed Alzheimer’s, I often took Peter to visit him in the nursing home. One day when we arrived Ed was dozing in his wheelchair.

I put ‘lee-tle Pe-tair’ on Ed’s lap and expected him to jump down immediately and come to me as he had done every single time I’d taken him the whole 17 months Ed had lived in the facility. In fact, even if I went to the bathroom Peter insisted on going in with me.

Ed started stroking him slowly, his hand starting on Peter’s head and moving down his back all the way to his tail. Then back to his head again and slowly down his back once more. I sat down in the rocking chair, waiting for Peter to squirm, jump down and run to me as he had done a hundred times before.

But he didn’t.

Peter just stretched out on Ed’s lap, closed those enormous brown eyes, and rested his chin on Ed’s arm.

Mary, the housekeeper came in and emptied the waste basket.

“I have to go on to the next room now, Edward,” she said when she finished.

He thanked her, kissed her hand three times - as was his habit - and told her how beautiful she was. He told all the female staff members and all of his visitors – even men - how beautiful they were.

After Mary left, Peter put his chin back on Ed’s arm, and Ed resumed stroking him.

“Does he like it when I ‘pad’ him?” Ed asked, looking at me expectantly.

“Yes, he likes to be petted.”

“Oh, I’m so glad he’s happy when I’m ‘padding’ him.”

I watched them while I rocked. It was almost like meditating. But I wondered what was making Peter stay on Ed’s lap. He’d never done that before. It worried me.

What does Peter know that I don’t?

As I was driving home I remembered a story about a cat in a nursing home who went to sit beside patients just before they died. I was frightened and tried to put that thought out of my mind. And I tried to forget how Peter had stayed on Ed’s lap for the whole visit.

Two weeks later Ed passed away, leaving me and little Peter all alone.

Marie Marley, PhD, was a caregiver for Dr. Edward Theodoru, her delightfully colorful, wickedly eccentric Romanian soul mate, for seven years. After he passed away in 2007, she wrote an award-winning book about their relationship, Come Back Early Today: A Story of Love, Alzheimer’s and Joy. In the course of narrating their 30-year love story, Marie illustrates the solutions she found to 14 different issues that typically arise when loving and caring for someone with dementia. You can visit Marie’s website which contains a wealth of information about caregiving at ComeBackEarlyToday.

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